I'm all angry faces like a tiki pole
Rappers can't rap so they rap about TV shows
I'm Walter White or whatever I gotta be for dough
I'm that New Orange king reigning the Game of Throne
I never watched that
I'm just a liar when I talk smack
Doggy I'm the Rock & I'm cocked back
The People's Champion's connection with the sock man
That's me, it's the highest rated on raw tracks
(Top that!) Big Boss Man, so I stay mean
I'm the Guardian Angel, but that's the same thing
With a heart full of anger, wearing that dang thing
on the tip of my tongue so I'm always ready to say things, like
I hate myself. So the aim is the claim fame through pain
Like Mankind through chain links
Look in the eyes like Jake Roberts in '86
Catch me with Goten [THAT IS MY CAT] recording mixtapes in the snake pits
Hittin the Redman flows
Spent too much time on the Dark Side now I can't get back
So I'm sticking around, hitting the loud
Listening in to the sounds of the rituals
Ignorant sinners with similar styles
& I'm just a dumb individual

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I just do it 'cause it's fun
(I just do it cause I'm drunk)
I just do it cause I love it
(I just do it for the love)
I just do it for me
I just do it for yall
I do it for the good of mankind, & that's all
I just do it cause I'm high
That means I do it all the time
One time for my mind
I do it for mankind

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What's a man but a pile of secrets?
Dracula told me that, & I'm inclined to believe him
(He's never lied to me)
It's 2018 & poetry's dead
But hip-hop's still living so I just do it instead
I'm all D.R.E.A.M.S.
Drugs Rule Everything Around Me
Surround me
Do everything for me
They wrote this album
I'm a monster like Kane, so you know the outcome
There's flames when I enter so I'm losing once the bell's rung
But now who's fist gets held up?!
Well, duh
Catch me raising hell in the cell
The Undertaker when I take ya where we fell from
I'm looking down on the ruins like "Job well done!"
Twelve rung ladder that I'm sittin on
Hit the tron
Play my song
Now I'm going higher: watch me hit this bong
RVD 4:20, but that's a different song
Twisting arms
I got hip-hop in the wristlock
Got bigger pops than a [CM PUNK STATIC]
Guitar riff splitting the arena as I spit hot fire
Like Top 5 Dylan when the kicks drop
Sit & watch, I'm never gonna retire
I'm Mark Henry wearing that salmon colored attire
Tearing it off (YALL ARE PUPPETS!!!)

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